I gently swiveled my neck back and forth, easing the tension that had built up during a tense late evening meeting. As middle management at a global software company I can end up working sucky hours on calls with Dubai or Kyoto, but I'd gotten lucky and today's call with the dev team in Romania had finished pretty quickly. As such, I was rounding the corner into my block just after 9:30. I earned good money so I'd splashed out on a top of the range electric car, one of the few nice things I allowed myself instead of pouring money into my kids or their college fund.
Besides the crick in my neck, I felt pretty good as I neared my house. I was about to turn and pull into the drive when I saw another car in my spot. Weird.
It was an old banger and my instant assessment was that it must be a teenager's first car. Had Annie learned to drive? I couldn't recall her mentioning it.
Annie was the regular babysitter for my kids. She'd been sitting for over three years now, and I was getting quite concerned that once she went to college I'd have to find somebody new. My kids loved her! She was bright, fun, and brought a lot of the joy to their faces that I had worried I'd never see again after their mother died. Not only that, but I'd gotten to know her over the years and thought of her almost as a niece. She was innocent, cheerful, full of life and love. I was going to miss her as much as my kids.
A little suspicious about what was going on, I parked on the sidewalk and quietly exited my car. My house is on a bit of a rise, so I walked up the front yard and quickly snuck up under the bay window. Peeking inside, I saw the TV playing a Disney movie and toys strewn about the rug. I moved around to the other side of the window and looked in to see the couch and a shock hit me square in the chest. Cute little Annie was on her knees in a sundress, her head gently bobbing up and down on some teenage kid's dick. The guy had his eyes closed and was mouthing words with his hand in her hair, and she was obviously facing away from me.
I sat back to think. I was pissed, obviously, that Annie had invited some kid I didn't know into my home with my kids, and that my kids could come downstairs at any time and see this depravity.
Depravity? I asked myself. Am I that old? Didn't I do the same thing when I was their age?
I looked in again. She was obviously pretty new to this. She had the cockhead in her mouth and was basically just repeatedly bobbing up and down on it, completely ignoring the shaft. Her hands were still and on his thighs, they were both dressed... It wouldn't surprise me if he was a new boyfriend and this was their first time doing anything. She'd certainly never mentioned having a boyfriend before, and we talked pretty often.
I decided that, as a responsible parent, I was going to have to break this up. Shock was the name of the game. As silently as possible, I shuffled to my front door and gently opened it. Once inside, I closed it behind me and, thankful for the short pile carpet, crept to the lounge door. I stopped and listened in.
"Ohhhhh that's so good baby, so good. Keep going, keep going, I'm getting close, oh baby, oh baby."
I quickly decided to wait and go for maximum embarrassment.
"Yes, yes, yes, oh fucking yes Annie, yes Annie, yes Annie," the guy was getting louder and louder.
"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Fuck!" Then quiet panting took over.
I threw open the door and stepped into the room.
Annie, still on her knees, looked miserable with a small load of cum around her lips, strands connecting it to the cum remaining on the tip of his little cock. The guy looked up at me wide-eyed and shocked. They were both paralyzed.
I looked the guy dead in the eyes and said, menacingly, "get out."
He jumped up, knocking poor little Annie back onto her butt, buttoned up his pants, and raced past me. He struggled with the front door but was soon out and on his way. I heard his car cough to life as I stepped towards Annie.
I knelt to be closer to her level. "You have some cum on your mouth," I said calmly.
That snapped her back to reality and she wiped the cum with the back of her hand. Realizing she was left with a sticky hand, she looked around for something to clean it up with. Calmly, I got up, found her a tissue, and handed it to her. She took it, no longer able to look me in the eye, and wiped her hand. She was still a mess.
"Why don't you go upstairs and clean yourself up, then come back down here so we can talk." It wasn't a question.
She nodded obediently and pushed herself up off the floor.
Once she was gone I checked the couch and floor for any wayward cum shots, but settled myself down when I couldn't find any. On a hunch, I switched the TV to another input and on came the live feed from my security cameras.
I had a good income and, like any good father, wanted to protect my family. So I'd invested in a very nice home security system just before my wife died. I'd mostly forgotten about it, but I had a computer in the attic that was always on and recording from several cameras in the house. Because the lounge and the big bay window were obvious entry points, I had two hidden cameras mounted in the coving. I picked the one with the best view of Annie's face sucking cock and rewound the footage. I let the silent amateur porn play on a loop while I waited.
15 minutes later I heard reluctant footsteps on the stairs. She slowly entered the room, her sundress clinging to her in patches where she hasn't dried herself completely. She couldn't look me in the eye. When she realized what was on the TV she gasped. "I... I didn't know..."
"Didn't know I had cameras, or didn't know it was wrong to fuck your boyfriends in my home when you're meant to be watching my kids?"
She looked at the floor, dumbstruck. "Can you... can you turn it off?"
I ignored her question. "Come sit down." I shuffled to make some room on the couch. She hesitated. "Sit," I ordered firmly. She shuffled over and sat down next to me, thigh against thigh.
I relaxed back and pointed to the screen. "You're pretty new at that, aren't you?"
She kept her eyes aimed at her clasped hands in her lap.
"Annie, if you don't answer my questions honestly and promptly, I'll be giving your parents a copy of this. Answer the question."
"Dylan and I have done it a couple of times."
"You know, this shows a huge lack of respect for me and my house. You'll call me Sir, just so we're clear on where you stand. Try again."
She paused to build up her courage. "Dylan and I have done it a few times, sir."
"Done 'it'? What's 'it'?" I asked obtusely.
"That, sir," she nodded to the TV.
"If you're not old enough to say it, you're not old enough to do it. Say, 'I've sucked Dylan's cock a couple of times, sir.'"
Another pause, then, demurely, "I've sucked Dylan's cock a couple of times, sir."
"Do you enjoy it?"
"Yes... sir."
"Does he always cum in your mouth?"
A few seconds passed. "Yes, sir."
"Do you like the taste of cum?"
"It's... it's okay." She looked like she wanted to qualify her answer, but changed her mind and said just "sir."
"Do you love Dylan?"
She looked up at me then. "Yes sir! I mean, I think so."
"Does he ever go down on you?"
Her eyes went back to her hands. "No... no of course not, I wouldn't want him to..."
"... to make you feel good too? Seems pretty selfish to me. First, he runs off as quickly as he can and abandons you here, then you tell me he's happy getting head from you but won't return the favor. Has he even called you to find out how you are?"
She hadn't thought to check. She reached over to the coffee table and picked up her phone. I saw the empty lock screen: no calls, no messages. She held her phone tight as she sat back on the couch.
I turned my attention back to the TV. "I have to say, you put a lot of passion into your cocksucking." She didn't look up. "You're obviously new, untrained, and of course you're a virgin-" she didn't respond. "-but you wanted to make him happy, didn't you?"
She finally plucked up some courage, "I should go, sir, mom'll be looking out for me."
"Before you do, we need to consider what happens next. You're a wonderful babysitter, Annie, and the kids love you. I'd hate to lose you, but I need an apology from you and to know it'll never happen again."
"I'm sorry sir," she mumbled looking down.
"Look up at me when you apologize. I want to see the sincerity in your eyes."
She struggled but eventually, her green eyes met my brown and she rushed out another apology. "I'll never do it again sir, I swear."
"Well that's settled then," I said and got up off the couch. I went to my wallet and pulled out what I owed her. I handed her the folded bills and she quietly got up from the couch.
"What about..." She nodded at the TV.
"You answered my questions honestly so I won't be sending it to your parents."
"Will you delete it?" She asked sheepishly.
"No," I said apologetically, "despite your lack of experience, or perhaps because of it, it's a very hot video. I'm going to keep it and masturbate to it whenever I want." I kept my tone as casual as I could while not hesitating to use mature language. She almost seemed to shirk away at any such terminology and it gave me a pleasant kick.
I opened the door and led her to the front. "Make sure you get home safe."
Speechless, she slowly walked out.
